His parents... Why even talk about parents? They were never there, or at least he doesn't remember being. Jimin's parents worked all the time, and Taehyung's parents were never present in his life; he was cared for by his grandparents for as long as he can remember.
Yes, family matters were somewhat difficult.
In recent years they have been determined to find someone like themselves, people who could handle some element, that's what brought them here.
Seoul University.
Jimin had stopped studying to dedicate himself completely to work and Taehyung was painting to earn a living, so being back in a school environment was overwhelming for both of them.
— We've been here for two weeks, my tasks are starting to pile up, and we don't know anything about those two boys.— the younger one complained— This search is proving very difficult.
— You'll see that we'll soon find them and fulfill our purpose.
— You told me that yesterday— Taehyung banged his head against the table— and speaking of that, what purpose do you mean?
— You'll know when we find the others.
— Can't you tell me right now? Or better yet, why don't you do my homework? — The dark-haired boy's face reflected how annoyed he was about being in university.
Jimin looked around him in detail; everyone seemed normal... Searching in the cafeteria might not be the best idea considering there was a whole campus to explore.
— Jimin, I don't want to do homework anymore — Taehyung complained again and Jimin snorted.
— Well, don't do it.
— But if I don't do them, I'll fail!
Jimin wrinkled his nose and with a slight movement of his hand managed to create a gust of air that sent the papers Taehyung had on the table flying.
"Why are you doing that?!" he exclaimed. "We said no using our gifts!"
The older student was about to say something until the other students started making a racket in the corner of the cafeteria; this caught the attention of both of them, who did not hesitate to go and see.
— Come here, you conceited little brat!
— Who are you calling short? — Taehyung could see a somewhat short boy with pale skin fighting with another much taller one — Are you still bitter about me taking that meat from you at the store?
—Min and Kim!— a teacher shouted, causing everyone around him to quickly leave— Fighting again?
"He started it!" they both pointed at each other.
Jimin kept watching that scene when suddenly he felt two sharp pains, one in his chest and the other in his head.
—Taehyung!— he shouted in a whisper, his friend was eating a piece of bread ignoring everything around him.
"Both of you will go to the infirmary to have your scratches treated. Hoseok won't like this at all, Yoongi." The teacher looked at the two young men who had been fighting moments before. "Seokjin, watch out for Namjoon."
The two boys were walking and Seokjin felt the same as Jimin, the twinges...
They looked at each other without saying anything, but they knew what they had to do.
— Taehyung— Jimin pulled his friend— they two are just like us.
—And why were they fighting?
— I don't know, we have to go with them — the white-haired man went behind the teacher, just hoping he wouldn't get hit by one of the two when he spoke to them.
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Hoseok and Namjoon were already in the infirmary when Seokjin and Yoongi arrived.
— Min Yoongi, what did we say about fighting? — the younger one pressed the affected area with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol — and especially with Jin.
— He brought it on himself.
— You were the one who pushed me — the older one was also paying attention, Namjoon hadn't spoken at all that time and SeokJin was afraid that he was going to cause an earthquake — and by the way, Hoseok, haven't you seen a boy about Yoongi's height but with white hair?
— No, why?
—He's one of us— the nurse didn't know exactly what they meant— and I thought you'd seen him before, with the way you attract only dwarfs.
— Look SeokJin, I'm going to...— Hoseok grabbed his arm before he could stand up— Sorry Hobi.
— I'll let you know if I see him.
Hoseok and Seokjin felt a pang in their chest for a moment. Who was it? It was just them and the nurse.
— Jin, is everything alright? — Namjoon finally spoke when he saw the pained face of his friend.
— Yes, only...
— There's someone else.
The door opened and a master of Jin entered. Was he one of the chosen ones?
— Master, I always thought you were useless but apparently you are a chosen one, what a surprise— SeokJin approached him with complete confidence.
— Excuse me, but I'm not like you — the teacher clarified — and that comment will go on your record.
— I'm sorry, it's just that I felt something.
— Min, you will be suspended for three days, Kim, for your comment your suspension will be for two weeks.
Yoongi started laughing silently, Hoseok pinched his arm to calm him down.
—And what will happen to us?— Namjoon asked, referring to Hoseok and himself.
— You are students apart from them and their problems, unless you want to keep them company.
— I think Yoongi can survive three days without me.
—Seokjin won't survive two weeks without me!— Namjoon said, approaching his partner— Don't suspend him, you know very well what he's like, please.
— Very well, Namjoon, you will be suspended along with Seokjin — without another word, the teacher left the place.
— I told you he has something against us— Jin whispered to him and Namjoon made a small basil plant grow, which meant hatred.
"Hey, tell your friend not to grow any more plants in my workplace," the nurse requested, and Seokjin moved away from her. How could he say something like that?
— Let's go Nam— SeokJin took Namjoon by the shoulders and they left the place, Hoseok followed them and consequently Yoongi followed Hoseok.
Taehyung and Jimin watched them from the end of the hallway; they hadn't just found two, but four.
— This is going to be exciting.